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This chapter wasn't originally in the fic, but I ended up writing it in a while ago and thought it should stay. Enjoy!

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Chapter 18

Walter ran his hands down the front of his freshly pressed dinner jacket, making sure there were no creases to mar his appearance; in his opinion a gentleman must always be the image of impeccability. He stepped out of the stretched limousine, looking up at the opulent looking restaurant that sat in the heart of Kumaju's main resort. It was definitely an exclusive establishment; the cars would drop guests off at the entrance where a fine red carpet led them up to the restaurant which, on the outside, looked like a giant glass sphere. The Royal Pearl looked as its name suggested, a glass pearl sitting in-between two shell-like steel structures; it all looked very modern and sharp.

"My, my; this is a fancy joint." Alucard said as he climbed out of the limo behind Walter. His hair was long and formed ebony tendrils which draped over his shoulders; he wore a fine black suit with a blood-red undershirt, his cravat was also red, and of course he still wore his trademark glasses.

"Indeed it is," Walter nodded in agreement. He turned back to the car and extended out a hand towards the opened door; from within Integra stepped out of the limo, gently taking Walter's hand as she did so. She had, of course, decided not to wear a dress as suggested by Irving; instead she wore a fine navy-blue suit that complimented her well, though it masked any and all femininity.
"I do wish you had chosen to wear a dress, sir. It would be much more suited to the occasion." Walter chided lightly as Integra took his arm.

"The suit will do well enough," Integra replied flatly. "You know I don't do dresses."

"Yes, but a man can still dream." Walter chuckled as he led Integra along the carpeted strip towards the restaurant.

Behind him Alucard extended an arm to Seras as she exited the car; the butler looked over his shoulder quickly enough to catch a small blush on her face at Alucard's 'gentlemanly' gesture. Unlike Integra, Seras had worn a dress,. It was a fine garment that she'd purchased back in London, it was a deep red that matched Alucard's shirt and had corseted boning throughout the top to contain Seras's 'well defined' figure; something that had caused a bit of jealous grumbling from Integra. Her hair was worn the same, though it appeared that she'd paid extra dividends to brushing it, thus giving her hair a 'fuller' body.

The groups attention was drawn to the two large doors that opened before them, through them stepped Irving, who was wearing an elegant black suit with gold trimming. His blonde hair was combed, though it still looked as tufty as ever. Walter felt Integra's grip tighten a little, but paid it no mind, as their host bowed in greeting.

"Integra, Walter; so glad you two could make it," Irving beamed, holding out a hand to Integra who appeared to reluctantly take it. He placed a gentle kiss on the knuckles of her hand, Walter was surprised to see his usually stout master turning a shade of pink at the gesture. Then it clicked.

'Oh?...Ooooh...so that's why she was trying to get out of this before.' He thought amusedly.

"How could I refuse such a kind offer?" Integra replied, using her best 'diplomatic' voice-as Walter called it. "I trust my lack of a dress doesn't disappoint you?" She asked with a sneer.

"Not at all my dear; I did have hopes, but I knew better than to place any stock in them." Irving replied jovially. "That being said, the suit looks good on you; it compliments your eyes wonderfully."

"Um-uh-thank you," Integra nodded hastily; Walter couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at how much of a hypocrite she was. Not two hours ago she was wracking her brain for an excuse to get out of the dinner, citing that she couldn't stand the man and his 'brazen' behaviour, when in fact it would seem she had no issue with the man at all. In fact he rather believed the exact opposite was the case, but Integra would be far too proud to admit anything that could break her mask of 'all work and no play'. Integra really was a like a two sided coin sometimes.

"And lets not forget our other two esteemed guests," Irving said as he walked down the steps of the restaurant to greet Alucard and Seras. "Lord Alucard, Miss Victoria, thank you for joining us as well tonight."

"The pleasure is ours, Irving," Alucard bowed, pulling Seras down into a small bow with him. Walter noted that this was the second time Alucard had treated the man so warmly, an alien concept until today, and tried to figure out why a 'petty human' would be receiving such special treatment.

"I must say Seras you look radiant this evening," Irving smiled as Seras gave an embarrassed squeak, earning a small cackle from her master. "Truly you and Alucard look the part tonight, the epitome of nobility and beauty all rolled into one."

"Blimey Irving, I don't look that good!" Seras half laughed through fits of bashful squeaking. Walter and Alucard both looked at each other and laughed; truly Seras must never look at herself in the mirror often, for she was indeed a thing of beauty.

"Nonsense, you look every bit as fine as you should feel." Alucard purred happily.

"He's right," Walter agreed, trying to raise her spirits. "Who knew that underneath your tomboyish façade there was a budding flower, waiting for the right time to bloom."

"Oh my god you three! Enough already!" Seras squealed, her face turning full beetroot-mode from embarrassment.

"Ahem!"

The four of them turned around to Integra, who was standing there with her arms crossed and a more-than-slightly jealous look plastered across her face.

"If your all done fawning over Miss Victoria, can we please move this along?" She huffed, turning on her feet and walking towards the restaurant doors.

The governor, the butler, and the two vampires all blinked at each other,and laughed.

"It's the boobs isn't it?"

"Oh Henderson you have no idea."

"Miss Victoria is rather...well...equipped."

"Bloody hell guys, I'm right here!"

"Your point? I thought you liked me complimenting your ti-"

"MASTER! NOT IN PUBLIC! NOT IN PUBLIC!"

"C'mon guys, we'd better get in there before the lovely Integra blows a fuse."

"I heard that you bastard!"

A/N: So yeah this chapter was a little one, but a funny one I thought should stay. Chapter 19 should be up in the near future and a few of the niggling questions will be answered! Questions like 'why does Ivan know so much about vampires?' for example!

Stay tuned, and R&R as always you lovely people!